They, The Holy Ones And

My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

Think Not Because No Man Sees, Such Things Will Remain Unseen.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

The Everyday Cares And Duties, Which Men Call Drudgery, Are The Weights And Counterpoises Of The Clock Of Time, Giving Its Pendulum A True Vibration And Its Hands A Regular Motion; And When They Cease To Hang Upon Its Wheels, The Pendulum No Longer Swings, The Hands No Longer Move The Clock Stands Still.

It Is Difficult To Know At What Moment Love Begins; It Is Less Difficult To Know That It Has Begun.